I'm Confused

We witnessed history last night with the election of our first Black President. That said a lot about our country. Some of you know my political views lean toward the right, but as I've gotten older it's no longer about towing the party line or being a drone with no need to think. My issues with Obama where about taxes and inexperience. That's it. Other than that I liked the guy and I am willing to be open minded and give him a shot. I hope he stays the man he claims to be and doesn't fall into the typical trap the President Elects falls into. One good thing is that his inexperience allows him to not owe the Old Boy regime that controls Washington anything so he should have a fresh start. He studied Reagen a great deal and understood that Reagen's early years where so successful because he brought the right people with him from the get go. I hope he does the same because his first 2 years are critical and he does need the help. Just hope its the right help. That being said...

Why the Fuck has Prop 8 not passed in California? I understand that there are still a great deal of absentee and provisional ballots that still need to be counted, but isn't this hypocritical of ourselves. We are willing to make history but are still willing to discriminate against the gay and lesbian community... Wake up people! Get your head out of your asses! We've come very far in this country and yet we still feel the need to make an ass out of ourselves at the same time. That also goes for Florida, Arizona, and Arkansas that officially voted discriminatory laws into effect. I just don't get it sometimes. Nothing like taking two steps forward and one step back.

We are Americans! We are all Americans in the greatest country in this world. We have a lot of things to fix, but I'm worried. Was Obama's win more about getting the Republicans out and the hatred geared toward Bush and our failing economy(which was in trouble because of both parties ambivalence)and not about our nation coming together or are we just hypocrites? Because of what just happened then Prop 8 and every other state that endorsed discriminatory bills leads me to think that. I hope I am wrong!

We still have a lot of growing up to do in this nation. We made great progress with last night's election. Lets continue that process.

Imagination

So a few weeks ago the little guy finally started playing with his Mr. Potato Heads properly. He's definitely discovered his creative side. It's pretty amazing to watch him use his imagination now. He uses it more and more each day. Such a wonderful boy.

A few weeks ago he made a mini Potato Head and called it Baby. Recently he started putting it in his bed because it needed a nap and then started calling it himself. Then he made a Momma Potato Head. Extremely funny. I laughed pretty hard, but felt out of the loop. Why wasn't there a Daddy Potato Head? Do I look like one already? Am I not Spud worthy? Finally after weeks of wondering it happened!

He calls me into his room and said, "Dadda look!" On his dresser was Momma Potato Head, Baby Potato Head and a DADDA Potato Head. Man did I laugh. He then took my hand and made sure I knew who was which. He even lined them up on his own. I had nothing to do with any of it. Never helped him, never told him what to use on any of them. It was creativity at its purest!

Here's our family portrait through the eyes of a 2 and a half year old...

I Came Across This. I really Got Nothing to Say About It...

Not too bad of idea if you ask me.

My God Will You Look at the Size of That Thing...

Everyone looks at me and assumes that I am Irish and not Italian. Although there is a tiny bit of Irish in me it only accounts for my retarded look I have every once in a while. Back in the day I would have started a fight over it. Through the years I have matured. Ha Ha Yea Right! My quick response is usually, "Do you need me to take my pants off to prove I'm not Irish!" that usually shuts people up real quick. Of course this 80 year old lady once chased me down in her Lark because I didn't follow through.

So why am I talking about this?

Did anyone ever see the Family Guy episode when Peter finds out his son Chris has a bigger penis than him? Well, my boy is packing some heat. He looks like his mom, but he looks like me from the waist down. Someday I'm gonna be jealous, but just the other day in his car seat he points to my crotch and says, "I want to see big penis." He made Daddy's day!

He's funny because he likes to talk about it. Which I think most boys do. I made the mistake once of calling it a boner when he had to go pee pee and he's been saying it ever since. I try to get him to say Mr. Pinky, but he laughs and says NO! It's a Boner!

Here's my proof he's packing...





I have to buy him the Black Boy diapers because the normal White Boy diapers aren't big enough.




You must be this large to wear these diapers!


One day when he's doing no arm push ups he can thank me for it. Just don't beat your old man with it...

Even I Can Understand This!

BAR ROOM ECONOMICS – HOW THE TAX SYSTEM WORKS

Suppose that every day, ten people go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100. If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:

The first four (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay $1.
The sixth would pay $3.
The seventh would pay $7.
The eighth would pay $12.
The ninth would pay $18.
The tenth (the richest) would pay $59.

So, that's what they decided to do.

The ten drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve. "Since you are all such good customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20." Drinks for the ten now cost just $80.

The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four were unaffected. They would still drink for free. But what about the other six - the paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get their "fair share"?

They realised that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everyone's share, then the fifth and the sixth would each end up being paid to drink their beer. So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each drinker's bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay. And so:

The fifth person, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings).
The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).
The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).

Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free. But once outside the restaurant, the drinkers began to compare their savings.

"I only got a dollar out of the $20," declared the sixth. She pointed to the tenth man, "but he got $10!" "Yes, that's right," exclaimed the fifth. "I only saved a dollar too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than I did" "That's true!!" shouted the seventh. "Why should he get $10 back when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks" "Wait a minute," yelled the first four in unison. "We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor"

The nine drinkers surrounded the tenth and beat him up.

The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.

For those who understand, no explanation is needed. For those who do not understand, no explanation is possible!

I'd Watch it Everyday...

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Happy Days

So a little while ago Catdoggg and myself were having the hungry horrors from consuming too many beverages in town. We decided to stroll down to the North End and grab some real pizza at Pizzeria Regina. Only problem was we couldn't figure out where it was because it's kind of tucked away inside and we were a bit inebriated.

She had to pee, so we ran into another place that served pizza. I order a beer to pass the time, plus i didn't want to make look like we were just using the place for the commode. OK, maybe i just wanted another beer... But who cares!! When she gets out she asks me if I had asked the guy where Pizzeria Regina was.

Now I am not asking the owner of a competing restaurant how to get to a place that's better than theirs. Catdoggg didn't care! You should have seen the look on the guys face. Insulted... Yea maybe just a little. He eventually helped us out, but I believe it's because I overpaid for a lousy draft beer and not the fact Catdoggg is the cute little blonde girl. Well, that's what I like to believe.

We stumble our way down to Pizzeria Regina. We were still unsure on how to get there so we ask a couple of rainbows where it is.

Spruce: Yes, walk done this street and take a right then a left.

Todd: Excuse me? Why would you send them that way when they can just walk straight up the street and take a left and it's right there?

Spruce: Well sorry! I just thought it would be easier to find that way.

Todd: How the hell is that easier. You don't know what you're doing.

Spruce: Shut up!

Todd: No you Shut up!

Spruce: You shut up!

Todd: Wanna Fuck?

OK Thank you guys...

So we walk up the street take the left and it's right there. Like the Golden Calf glowing at us. We hastily make our way into the door and there's a guy standing in the doorway. Catdoggg immediately says hi and shakes his hand turns and plans her move toward the bar to order pizza. I look at him real quick, say hi and shake his hand thinking at first it was a guy she works with. Nope, I quickly realize who it was. This is how the conversation went.

Papadog: (turning) Do you know who that is?

Catdoggg: Yeeea!

Papadog: No, do you know who that is?

Catdoggg: Of course I know who that is...

Now at this point he is still standing in front of us. It's like all three of us are in a teacup ride that's how close we are. So right after she said "Of course I know who that was." She turns and looks at him, sticks both her thumbs out in the air, leans back and says.

"EEEEEEHHH!"

Turns around and sits down at the bar. He had this smile on his face. It was great. I was kind of in shock, but he didn't seem to care. You never know how these celebrities may act.

The Fonz was such a nice guy to us. We ended up talking to him for about 10 minutes while he was waiting for his cab. He was in town because I guess he writes children's books, which as a ignorant father I had no idea. Catdoggg did of course. We talked about our son and the ages that are great. He highly recommended 4 to 5 as his personal favorites. It was just cool to meet him and have him turn out to be a nice guy.

I did grab a picture...





and in case you were wondering, he was very short.

I'm Back, Kind Of...

It's been a while since I've been on here. It became too much work to try to write a post everyday. Grew tired of it, but I know this is some people's only outlet to reach me and see pictures of Babydog who is HUGE now! He's half the size of Catdoggg and he's only 2. It's kind of funny whatching him cuddle with momma and his massive body is sprawled across her.

I've done so much since my last post which feels like 10 years ago. Been to Iceland, Watched the Red Sox win the World Series in Colorado, Met the Fonz.. Yes the Fonz. I'll have to write about that. And more importantly, been a Daddy to an adorable maniac. Ha Ha

I'm gonna try to update as much as I can. Throw in a story, maybe some pictures, a rant everyonce and a while. Just don't want to feel like I need to make this another job, because I have little to no time now and am exhausted the other half of the time.

Talk to you soon.

Hope You Had a Nice Trip...

Yesterday marked Babydog's very, very, first bad fall. You can say over his brief 15 months he has been gifted. Every time he's fallen, wobbled, or tripped, he's narrowly missed the corners of a tables, sides of a doorways, chairs, tacks, fire pits, you name it. Plummeting from a staircase, or being knocked down by dogs, cats, strollers, and people he's come away with nothing more than a scratch. Well not yesterday.

He was going for a walk with Catdoggg on the sidewalk. If you go to the left the sidewalk slants down, to the right it levels off. They went left. Babydog dictates where he goes most of the time. Sometimes when he gets going he can't hold his balance. This is especially true when he is running on a sidewalk that is slanted downward.

Lets just say I was upstairs getting ready for work and I heard him screaming. When the screaming continued I knew something was wrong. My poor boy came into the house with a mouthful of blood. He cut his top gum along with his bottom gum. He's got a big old fat lip and a nasty cut under his bottom lip. Poor little guy. He looks like he had a botched surgery. He also looks like he had collagen put into his lips.

My little guy. *sniff* *sniff* I felt so bad for him. I know how happy he is especially when he gets to go for a walk. From happy to sad in an instant. I know it's going to happen, but I guess the first time I saw my little guy hurt kind of devastated me a bit. He's good though today. Looks like he got in a bar brawl now.

After it happened and everything was ok, do you know what the first thing I said was?


"It wasn't on my watch!" :)

The Great Poo Escape of 2007!

It was a chilly morning. The clouds slightly covered the sun. The wind gently flowed through the air leaving behind a scent of new promise. It was like any other morning. Fresh and free of chaos, but something was wrong. It was quiet. Almost too quiet.

and then it happened...

I heard my son, but something didn't seem right. I opened the door to Babydogs room to see what I had feared most.

St. Valentine's Day Massacre, Laaaaaaaame!

The Boston Massacre, Booooring! Nothing could compete with this.

At the back end of the crib was Babydog. He was sitting up letting out a small cry. I looked at him. It was as if he'd seen a ghost. A murdering ghost. I turned and looked to see what he was focusing on. It was everywhere! Slaughtered. On the floor, on the mattress, the railings, toys, himself. CSI could have had a field day in here. Fingerprints where embedded on the rails. DNA was a plenty. No doubt about it son. You're guilty!

In a fit of rage or just a simple exploration. Babydog decided to murder/explore his diaper. Now this wouldn't be so bad, but the diaper was fully loaded with POO!!!!!

Yes! My son played with his poo like a wild monkey would. I'm just glad I wasn't there because I have a feeling that some would have landed on me.

The little bugger took his pants off and then took his diaper off. Hey why not! There was even pee and poo on one of his books under the crib. It was like he stood up and peed out the side and threw a little poo on for spice. It reminded me of playing with playdough. He did however throw his diaper into his laundry basket. So I give him an A for effort in clean up.

He was covered though. Head to toe in poo. I didn't know what to do. I was shocked. And you know as well as I do that he had eaten some. Everything goes in his mouth, so there is no way for me not to expect he ate poo.

I didn't know he had some German in him.

I'm just hoping this doesn't turn into a regular event because I might need to make a call for The Wolf next time.

Beep Beep

So yesterday we went to visit my friend Wee-Man to get Catdoggg some new eyeglasses. She stepped on her frames and needed to get new ones. He's got the hook up so it's beneficial for all of us to visit him. Can't go wrong with 50% off.

I'll have to meet him later and hold my ankles, but hey that's the price you pay for getting the discount.

This was the first time he actually was able to meet Babydog. Considering they are almost the same height already, Wee-Man was intimidated right away. I usually make the vertically challenged jokes, but there were two girls in the office who kept burning him the whole time we were there. Rather funny, but I was upset because that's my job.

One girl had said something and Wee-Man...

Quick background on Wee. I met him smoking butts during break from an acting class years and years ago. He was the only other white dude I knew that smoked Newports. We had similar upbringings and what not so we hit it off immediately. Honestly if he wasn't so short he could be my brother. People say we share the same brain. Not like thats a good thing.

He's very quick on his feet. Very funny. He has that gift. After countless years of acting together, Movies, Screenplays, Naked Twister, Nude Powerlifting, having a baby and an almost move to LA we've haven't been able to spend much time together recently. I sort of put my acting on hold and he's still working the biz, but we're still buds and when we see each other we just roll right into it again like we saw each other yesterday.

Oh, and he got his nickname Wee-Man for being short, but for also running down a bowling lane and diving toward the pins. He bounced off his face three times and only knocked down the first 4 pins. He then took out his one arm that wasn't caught under him and knocked the rest down as the machine came down on him. He got up and fell about 5 times before I came to grab him half way. His lip was busted open and he started spitting blood on the walls laughing the whole time. I remember I was standing there talking to our friend "Harry Pothead" and made some comment to Wee about how funny it would be to see him roll himself down the lane. All of a sudden we felt this breeze go by us and the rest is history. Oh and when we went to pay the front desk, the manager leaned over to us and said, "By the way, we saw your friend bowl himself down the lane. We have it on tape. We all laughed our ass's off." We still haven't been able to get a copy.

Well, she busted on him and within a tenth of a second he responded with, "I loved you in the Wizard of Oz. Tell me, How long did it take them to paint you green again?"

I lost it. Needless to say she didn't say a word later.

Then there was this other girl that worked there. You could tell she was nuts. Wild! Piercings, Tats and her name was Summer. Yea, her parents set her up! She is definitely a dirty girl. Type that likes to be peed on. I asked Wee real quick with our secret look and he said he'd tell me later. So I know my instincts were right on.

Regardless she was enamored with our son. Loved him. Loved him so much that I think she was ignoring customers as she played and chased Babydog around.

As some of you know, we have been teaching Babydog sign language and it has really paid off. He always understood it but recently he's actually been able to sign some things perfectly and with the right context. Saves us from those temper tantrums.

So he was up to something he shouldn't have or I thanked him and gave a sign. Next thing I know we are all talking about it. Wee-Man's sister is having an alien soon so he brought up the fact that she was going to do it. Well, Summer was sitting there and said, "I'll teach him some sign language." With a devilish look on her urine stained face. I immediately said I don't wanna see them. Part of me did though.

He called me later and we talked briefly and asked if I saw what the sign she wanted to teach him was. I didn't. Anyone wanna take a guess???




For those that don't know, The Shocker

I actually think it's funny, but I really don't need my 15 month old running around the summer pool club showing other parents and kids the shocker.

I would get such a kick out of it though. Damn! I hate being responsible...

Fly on the Wall

As a responsible parent you have to protect your children. Especially a 14 month old boy who runs like a bat out of hell and gets into everything. He's even figured out how to open most doors now.

Regardless, when your not pulling things out of his mouth and making sure he doesn't run into a bus(because he likes them) you have to have some extra eyes.

Usually I do. If I need to run a chore I can because we are lucky enough to have Catdoggg's mum to help. Sometimes though I'm on my own and I really don't mind. Unless of course I have to go to the bathroom.

Unlike some of you females out there who seem to poo in less than a minute...As a guy it takes me longer. Christ! It takes me a few minutes just to wipe my ass. How the heck can you ladies do it so fast???

Anyway, I had to go poo and I don't have the luxury of wearing diapers like my son. So I put him into his room and closed the door. He's pretty safe in there as long as he's not left unattended for too long. Plus the bathroom is all of ten feet away. I can always run in there with my pants down if I had too. God! That sounded really bad...

Ok, so I put him into his room and tended to my business. I hear him playing and everything is fine. I finish up and I open the door to his room and this is what I saw...




He took out all of his clothes in all of the middle draws! There was stuff there I haven't seen in forever. He was so happy and having so much fun when I walked in. He would take them out and then throw them back in only to throw them back out again.





Of course I had to try to clean up his mess with him continually throwing his clothes around. I started folding what I could and placed them to my right. He caught wind of it and would come over and try to destroy my piles. 20 minutes it took me to put away all of his stuff. Even when I had finished putting most of his stuff away, he would come and open the draw and try to continue his house cleaning. Funny, funny boy!

He was so cute I wasn't angry at all. I love this next pic. He is having so much fun...



Earlier this morning he had refused to get dressed. For some reason he wanted no part of it. Maybe this was him making his statement against wearing clothes...

A few more pics of his controlled chaos,

Miesha

Yesterday was an incredibly difficult day for everyone. Catdoggg had to put down her 14 year old Husky Miesha. I can't even begin to describe the overwhelming feelings surrounding yesterday. The Vet came to the house so Miesha would feel comfortable. We took her outside where she loved to sit. It was very sad, but it was the right thing to do.

We all loved Miesha very much. She was such an incredible dog. Always so willing to accept everybody. She gave a lot of love and she affected everyone who had met her.

I am so proud of Catdoggg. How incredibly hard it is to do what is right for Miesha and not keep her suffering for our own selfish reasons. To love someone that much that you'll be able to go through with it. Honestly, I don't even know if I could. Catdogg was very brave.

I remember when I met Miesha for the first time. I was so scared of her. This big Siberian Husky with piercing eyes, wooing at ya. She always welcomed you when you came over and that's what was so intimidating in the beginning. This massive dog coming right at ya when you walk in. All she wanted to do was say hello and give you a quick lick. She was a big pussy at heart.

Miesha was the first person(dog) to make Babydog laugh. When he was 3 and a half months old he saw her come in once from her walk and we don't know if it was the big head with the giant nose, but for some reason he just lost it. He laughed so hard. Even an hour before the vet came she was still making Babydog laugh trying to catch treats in her mouth.

I've only known Miesha for a couple of years and I am so happy I had that. I will miss you wooing and your quick scampers when Babydog came into the room. I'll miss our walks when in fact you were the one walking me. I'll miss letting you in the house to only let you on the porch again and then let you back in the house and on the porch in a matter of a minute. I'll even miss you bossy me around. You know what, I'm just going to miss ya.

You've brought so much love to everyone around you Miesha. You will be missed but never forgotten. We'll see you again.

Overheard at Catdogggs!

At Catdoggg's parents house part of their siding had blown off a while back. During that time they also needed to replace part of the roof. The roofing company (which is one of the largest around our area) said that they would come back and fix the siding that blew off. They came at 7am today. This is what we heard lying in bed as they worked directly above us. Catdoggg's window is open a crack from the top. They had no idea...

Guy 1: Have you ever done siding before.

Guy 3: I've never done siding.

Guy 1: This is a fucking disaster.

Guy 2: I don't know what I'm doing!

Guy 1: Only one way to learn.

Guy 3: Just go ahead and do it!

They mumble about a bit more about what side is up, where does this piece go, what color is the sky... So Catdoggg lets her mother know what we heard.

Her mum has a thick Irish accent. It's taken me almost 2 years to finally understand every word she says. So imagine being on a roof and having an Irish lady yell up at you. Imagine what that would sound like.

So she goes out and said to them. "Do you know what you are doing? I heard that you might not know how. If you don't then I'll get someone else."

Guy 1, 2, and 3: We know what we were doing. We'll have it fixed up for ya don't you worry.

We laugh. Remember we are right next to them. They are literally only 4 inches away. They start murmuring on the roof.

Guy 1: Who said they didn't know how to do siding? I didn't!

Guy 2: I didn't!

Guy 3: I did.

Guy 2: What did she have a cup up against the wall?

Guy 3: Yea! A Tea Cup!

I thought we were going to die. We started laughing so hard that we had to muffle ourselves so they didn't hear us. Let me tell you, I was haven't been this entertained this early in the morning since college.

Here are other parts of conversations we heard. If you couldn't tell yet, Guy 3 is the comedian of the group.

Guy 3: So I go out and meet people and give them estimates and I drive by the next day and there are 30 fucking Brazilians on the roof!

I thought I was going to lose it on that one...

Guy 3: Do we slide them down into place and they lock?

Guy 1: Yea, but there's too much space here. So I'll get a piece of lead to stick in.

Guy 2: A little bit of lead!

Guy 3: A little bit of Gorilla Glue!

Guy 1: And we're good to go...

Why don't you just use bubble gum guys???

Guy 2: Who put this siding on?

Guy 3: It wasn't us!

Guy 1: Fucking hacks put this siding on.

Guy 3: Isn't it lunch time soon?

There was definitely more laughs but I can't remember them all. We had to get out of bed cause we couldn't take it anymore.

You never know what you'll get when you hire someone, but more importantly... You never know whose listening!

Photo Time

Its time for some new pics of the little guy. Over the past month or so he's learned to love the playground. He especially loves the swing. Mommy still tries to flip him up and over and scare the crap out of Daddy. I know it can't happen though. I saw it on Mythbusters, but I still get nervous. Babydog loves it though.

We've taken him to the zoo. We bonded with an older gorilla who liked to puke in its hand and then eat it. We could both relate.

He's been so much fun a of late. Imitating everything we do. Talking, screaming, running, laughing... He is so special and so freaking cute. I just want to eat him!!!

So here are some recent pics.

Enjoy!

Hi everybody!



Handstand or am I an Ostrich? Oh, I'm just imitating daddy drunk the other night...



Screams of joy



Posing like a superhero...



Looks guilty doesn't he?



I wonder if they know I can reach the door handle now...



Gorilla time



I would just love to know what Babydog is thinking...



Hey little guy, we know yellow is your favorite color, but what book do you have there?



Nice! You trying to tell me something?



Too cute

Did You Ever Know That You're My...

I would have posted something good today, but instead I had to watch the latest episode of Heroes last on NBC.com. I missed it because I was too busy at work last night to sneak off and watch it.

I am so incredibly addicted to that show. If you haven't seen it yet. You should definitely check it out. You can watch it from the beginning Here.

Good stuff!

I'll be funny later.

Hair Today...

So for the past 12 years I have been cutting my own hair. Basically I got tired of over paying for a 3 minute haircut that Helen Keller could do. I mean really, if I wasn't about to lose an ear from a 90 year old barber with Parkinson's or keeping one eye open when my hair is being washed by someone from the Fab 5.. Ugh!

Just a waste of money. Seriously.

For these past 12 years I very rarely messed up. In the beginning there was a learning curve, but generally speaking most people are shocked that I cut my own hair.

"How do you see your back?"

"How do you make it even?"

"Why are you so sexy?"

"Can you cut my hair?"

"Do you do back hair?"

I've done that in college. Not the back hair, but other peoples heads. Hook the boys up with a fade some scribe. WORD!

Alas, for some reason I wanted to try a new clip. Stupidly I wasn't paying too much attention to the degree of cuttage that this clip would do. Yes I think I just made that word up.

I took the clippers and started to blend my side when I got about four to six inches in when I realized that I just completely buzzed my head.

There was no going back now. I couldn't blend it to make it look normal. I would have looked like a huge mushroom head. Fucking Mario would be stomping on me right now. Mushroom Head

So I did what I had to do. Buzzed the whole thing. Gone, Done, Fin...

At one point I gave myself a Mohawk. Looked pretty cool, but I got rid of that too. Should have kept it. I was feeling okay about the whole scalping. I knew it was a new drastic look for me, but I didn't think it was that bad...

Well, pretty much everyone I know hated it. Well, it would have made me feel better if they did say they hated it. Instead I got;

"You look better with hair."

"HaHaHaHaHaHa!!! Sorry I had to get that out."

"I like you better with hair." <- LIKE! Does that mean you like me less now???

"Did you enlist?"

"You look like Powder."

"It should grow back soon."

"If you color your eyebrows it won't look so bad."

Thanks guys. Even my 14 month old son looked at me, looked at my head, smiled and bopped me on the noggin a few times.

I look like a Crystal Meth addict or add a few scabs on my head and I look like Tom Hanks from Philadelphia

The moral of this story is. Don't fuck up your hair. Now I have to wear a hat for the next month and a half. Not to mention I'll probably get a sunburn on my white, pasty head now...

I have some more wine luncheons coming up. What the Fuck!

I guess I could buy a wig...

Rant!

You know, when athletes say it's not about money and then they take as much as they can in the end. Why lie to us? Every once and a while I get sucked into thinking that maybe this time its really not about the money. Wrong! Then i get angry and bash that person till I'm blue in the face. Then when it comes to Roger Clemens. I will bash him till the day I die!

First, you suck ass the last four years with the Red Sox. You're out of shape and lost interest. You decide to be a free agent and claim that you want to live closer to home; Texas. You then turn around and take the richest contract possible and go to Toronto. Toronto? Yea, then you get your fat ass into shape and win two more Cy Young awards. Then you turn around and diss Toronto cause you wanna move closer to home again; Texas and then you sign with those fucking Yankees! Win a couple of World Series Rings and now you're off to Houston and are actually home. I think that took 6 or 7 years to do.

Now your playing with Houston and are getting old and your body is breaking down. You decide to ass fuck the Houston Astros into paying you a pro-rated contract worth $22 million for half a season's work and just home games. Now you might retire again and wait, wait, the Yankess are going to give you $28 million dollars for 4 months work and you don't have to travel. Are you kidding me?

Yea maybe I'm bitter he didn't choose the Red Sox, who by the way offered $18 million, but when your fat ass is all over the news claiming that this is about winning and never about the money and then you run to the desperate Yankees who throw more money at you then a stripper. You got me pissed. How much more money do you need? You've already got more money than Christ has Christians!

So have fun playing with your Yankees. You over-priced, lying, old, fathead, donkey dick Clemens! Have fun playing for a team loaded with has been all stars who will do anything to try to recapture their glory years from 96' to 2000. Trying building from within again and then you'll be back someday.

Maybe I would act different if he came here, but he will never be welcome back to my neighborhood. I can't wait till his fat ass comes to Fenway and to see and hear the jeers he'll get. Knowing him he'll probably skip playing here. PUSSY! He just officially destroyed his legacy here.

Although this does add another element for the biggest rivalry in sports the past few years.

"Bitter, your table for one is ready. Bitter, your table is ready."

I'm alive...

Sorry folks, the park closed!

Actually I just haven't been in the mood to write. The weather has changed and Babydog is even more active. Usually when I write my posts is when we're now going for our walks. By the time I get back, he's in bed and I gotz other shit to do. (If I don't nap as well) Plus, I just went through a lazy phase of not doing anything else. No gym, no blog, no nothing. It happens. I can't explain why, but sometimes I just feel like doing nothing. Yea, I wonder what kind of psychological issues I have... :)

I hope this finds everyone in good health. I'm back! Not like anyone cares.

Oh and I am going to disable that Will Farrell video. It annoys me that it starts up automatically as well.

Babydog's Girlfriend

I know this has made the rounds a week or so ago, but I think it's really hitting now. I just find this too funny.